Embracing the Homestead, Florida traffic with a heightened sense of awareness for wackos and especially since the Las Vegas shooting just happened, I make my way down US1. It appeared to be blocked due to some crazy cop chase with 20 flashing blue lights everywhere. I finally grab my bean burrito and head back to my trailer trash community. Temporarily home.
Along the way, I found a great hotel if anyone's looking. They've got the best rats! Read for yourself!
Went to reach for my keys and realized, I BLEEPED up.. again. For like the 11th time! My keys were locked inside the trailer and my spares were in a closed rv park office. It's pouring at this point. The poor office lady had to leave her home and rescue me. Turns out, she accidentally left my keys at her home. At least I wasn't having the day to myself in this experience.
By the way, this is what it looked like the last time I didn't have keys to get in my trailer..
I finally get in and hear a knock. The dudes next door asked if I wanted to join them for hot dogs and potatoes. I couldn't turn down food so, with a big smile on my face, I said yes. The night was ended with a bug in my throat and once again, more rain.
Needless to say, I hope tomorrow is a little more dry for my adventures.